Chapter Three:

Out and About

I cried and cried. Not caring that the rest of the kids that weren't adopted today came up too. They cried with me but I didn't care. I loved all these kids, but none more than Greggie. I wanted to get away. I wanted to get far, far away from here. But where? I was hysterical by now and wasn't thinking about what I was doing. I ran to my bed, grabbed all of my belongings from underneath it. This wasn't much, a hair brush, a pack of crayons, some marbles and one pack of gum. Then I ran to the floorboard and pulled out the pan reeds. The other children were watching me but I didn't notice. I was in a hysterical panic. Rushing around like a maniac. I strode down the steps two at a time. Yanked the front door open with a bang and strode out to the London street below.

Now that I was out I just ran. I ran and ran and ran some more but I didn't slow down until I didn't know where I was. Glancing around, I noticed that a large shadow loomed above me. It was late. It was to dark, and there weren't ANY people out. This was unusual because it was a warm summer night. It wasn't until Big Ben actually chimed that I realized that I was right below it.

The deep sound of the bells made the ground shake. Yet they were peaceful in a way. I looked and sure enough the stories were true. There was a little door at the base of the old clock. I walked over to it and pressed my hands against the cold steel door. Then to my surprise it swung open! I didn't actually think that it would be open but my curiosity led me inside and up the steps.

I climbed for what seemed like an hour or so when I finally got to the top. I could see the face of Ben, but backwards and from the inside. The gears churned softly with a slight humming noise. I felt very tired, as if my eyes couldn't stay open anymore. I found a corner of the clock that was not covered in gears, right behind the door, curled up and fell fast asleep.

The next morning I woke up not to Mrs. Fleche yelling but to the chimes of London's most famous clock. I stretched and stood up. Trying to decide what to do know I felt around in my pockets and pulled out the small instrument that Peter Pan gave me not two nights ago. Feeling a need to hear its small reedy voice again I put it up to my lips and blew. In a flash of light I saw something appear…I looked up and saw a grinning Peter standing above me.

"So you've finally decided to come with me?" He chortled. I smiled too…I was just so happy that I wasn't dreaming. Really I hadn't meant to call him back but I was glad I did. "So…are you going to come or what?" He extended his hand to help me off the floor. I guess I was still a little bit woozy from all that running the other night because when I got up I just fell forward onto him. He didn't seem phased, though I was mortified! I couldn't believe that happened. I tried to stand up but fell over again. This time trying not to fall backwards I fell onto my butt. He laughed as he hovered four feet off the ground. In no time at all I felt my self being raised off of the floor and hovering up with Peter.

I suddenly felt free and I didn't feel sick or "woozy" anymore. I darted around the clock tower and suddenly I had this sudden urge to…"Cock-a- doodle-doooooo!!!" I crowed! Peter looked at me with a sudden respect. "You sure can take care of yourself girly! Let's GO!" He took my hand and led me up and up. We flew above fluffy, pink clouds and we even ran into some sparrows! It was the best time of my life. I was finally safe, and I was finally happy. He took me and set me on his back so that I was looking at the sky. We flew and flew some more. Till I realized…we're going! We're really going to Neverland! At that moment me and Peter crowed loudly at exactly the same time, laughed and then I rolled off of his back and raced him the whole way to the clouds of the land of Dreams